Sleepless in Nashville #3

Because I never want to say goodnight

I've been having trouble sleeping. In truth, it's been a thing on and off most of my life because I'm just too darn excited about seizing the next day. I remember as a little girl in London, desperately counting sheep and thinking to myself, “what's even the point of sleeping? Why do I have to do it if I’m not tired?” If I could've skipped it, I would’ve.

I don’t think I was hyperactive as a child, but now I wonder. I know I was never bored. My grandmother would tell us there was no such thing as boredom, there was always something you could do, something you could make. And so I was either drawing spaceships, building things with my Lego, or later as a teen, teaching myself guitar solos from my vinyl. These were the days before YouTube and TAB, when you had to keep moving the needle back to catch an arpeggio. My Led Zep collection is scarred from the experience.

So here I am in Nashville, still busy, still making and planning, still working until late on the Big Release. There is still so much to do, and so little time left before I leave. I figure I'll just sleep when I get back to England. For now, I'm kept company by the twinkling lights, the constant rain, and the thought of those poor musicians on Broadway playing their 4-hour sets until 2am - legends, every one of them. May they have a warm bed and a warm body to cuddle up to when they get home.

If you're having trouble sleeping, try listening to the BBC Shipping News. It's one of my favourite soporific things. And if you’re a paid subscriber, you have a little surprise waiting for you.

Night night.